Rare, awed axis via parataxis: sun selects lucky seventh; photons synthesize Dawn’s wake; reboot’s roots ready rayed rise. ; )

Precipitation plus

Shut shops…

With weariness—

Oppugnant order—

Wets appetite

Of all is right

Until

Granted entry‘s

Graced space

Irresistibly taken. ; )

That cake take is neither tuna nor caviar.

A fiery puddle of atrophied Spam tartare?

Look, no classic, chic bancal needed for a slice,

But neither will mash meriting a spork suffice.

Awful offal offer has me too unamewsed;

Bucks on dessert deluxe or claws on you infused! ; )

Oh, the nose is twitching a la sniffles

And impending are eyes cataractine,

So, as well, with ears almost drooped to floor,

No keeping bun from beta-carotene! ; )

Feeling a bit too boxed and desiring a new point of view,

Mick invited over his long-distanced mate from the Outback,

Who enchanted him with historical tales of Uluru

[Whilst scanning scant scene] until at him he poked deserved borak:

“What a spiffy place—not so nuanced, but definitely new—

And its colour could camo an ecru emu’s sneak attack!” ; )